Dark Hearts Love Too

Saturday, April 2, 2016

The Journey

Image by Karin Gustafson

It's been five years since

You rode into the sunrise

On the horse of time

CIE

For my father

May 31 1936 - November 28 2010

Prompts used:

Withrealtoads.blogspot. com

Horses

Napowrimo.net

Family portrait

Friday, April 1, 2016

Fool For Only You

Lovely rainbow eyes
Only one in space and time
Whose fool I would be

Cie

A fool like John Donne

Created using the withrealtoads.blogspot.com and napowrimo.net prompts

According to napowrimo, an English language 5-7-5 poem such as this is called a lune.
I am usually called a loon.
Composing posts on my phone is an odious process.

Thursday, March 31, 2016

No Statute of Limitations on PTSD

Image by Micha Rainer Pali

No Statute of Limitations on PTSD

It doesn't matter that the rape happened going on twenty years ago.

It happened, and there is no statute of limitations on negative aftereffects.

Even when I don't think about it for a long time, I am never over it.

It happened, it changed my life, and it changed me.

Don't tell me to "get over it," as if I can simply drop that baggage on the floor and walk away.

There is no statute of limitations on PTSD.

~Cie~

Prompts Used:

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Promptsblog

Six Sentence Stories

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

In The Eye of the Beholder: For Sadie

Image Source

She says that my eyes

Which I always thought boring

Are blue like sapphires

~Seth~

After 32 (going on 33) years of marriage, she still thinks so, which makes me as happy as the day she first said it!

Cross-posted to:

Dark Hearts Love Too

Starry Demons

Team Netherworld's Wicked Wednesday

Thursday, March 10, 2016

Melancholy Spotlight

Image by Jennifer Nichole Wells

Depression the shade

Of a mocking peach street light

Glaring, remorseless

~Cie~

Prompt Used:

Color Your World

Notes:

I'm straight fucked up, even for a mentally ill person. I can't even do depression normal. Most people have their worst depression in the winter. My worst depression hits in the spring, and this year it's being a real bastard.

I know it's tempting to say things like "stay strong." Please don't. I'm one day older than dirt. I've survived this before, and in all likelihood I will again. I just wish I didn't have to. I also wish no-one else had to.